Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B
Vera deadpanned, then smiled when he laughed, really laughed, the kind that lit up his whole face and crinkled the corners of his eyes.
She liked that sound more than she cared to admit.
They fell into an easy rhythm after that.
Nothing serious, nothing heavy, just snippets of stories, childhood mischiefs, and mutual teasing that felt like balm after everything that had happened.
He told her about sneaking out of his boarding school with his friend and getting caught three blocks away because his friend had a weak bladder and needed to pee every twenty minutes.
She countered with the time she’d raced an undercover cop in a stolen motorcycle and only escaped because he’d pulled over to answer
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